Flies

Flies

So many shapes
and ages
some flesh firm
some ballooned some
stylish some
street frayed,
In each the clock
runs indifferently
as they walk
through daily
thickets never
pausing to question
the point of drinking
coffee of losing weight
of dawn of dusk,
Thus all continues
as it should
like flies bumping
on a window.

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Jack Hernandez is the Director of the Levan Center for the Humanities at Bakersfield College. He is also a BC Emeritus Professor of Philosophy and English. His fiction, non-fiction, and poetry have appeared in a variety of publications.